NY: 2

I ran my fingers through auburn coppertone hair almost unexpectedly and despite walking from West 23rd to East 84th today, I am unable to forget how good it felt.  It returns, viscerally.  This is how I carry baggage: uselessly, forlornly, optimistically.

A Sbarro pizza disappoints as I walk past 30 Rock and I can’t outrun the fact I’m wearing a turquoise tie with a metallized sheen.

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